61. what i meant.

I kind of stomped on someone’s head a little while ago; I probably shouldn’t have, but I came across something on Twitter that struck a nerve.

I don’t follow this person, so I was watching the discussion through comments and re-tweets of those who do. I was curious about a couple of those — all marked with the #thiscityneeds hash tag — and took a look at his (?) stream.

And that was probably a mistake.

I found a long line of comments; some were funny, but most just came off as griping. And there was this one:

#thiscityneeds something to do after 6pm.

I hoping this guy was kidding (a possiblity, because he later tweeted that #thiscityneeds a better sense of humor. He also said #thiscityneeds fewer douchebags, which probably means I’m not getting Burgh Verified anytime soon). If he’s not, he couldn’t be more wrong.

You guys all know by now that Mrs. Crappy and I tend to travel a bunch during football season. We wouldn’t change our football weekends for anything, but without fail, there are always things here we’re missing because we’re in Columbus.

And now that the football travel is over for the year, we’re faced with dilemmas of a different kind — there’s too much stuff to do. If I had unlimited time, money and energy — and that last one is probably the biggest factor; my 44-year-old self needs more sleep than my 34-year-old self did — I would have gone to movie-slash-wing night last night and Bocktown’s birthday tonight. I would have figured out something — Dinner? Drinks with friends? — for Wednesday and Thursday. Friday?Brewfest. Saturday? Christmas beer tweetup and Girl Talk.

Don’t have time? I understand. Money’s tight? Believe me, I get it. But nothing to do? My friend, you’re not trying.

I’ve said this before — we love it here. One of the big reasons we bought a house in the city was to live in the city, close to everything we love to do and the people we love to spend time with. There are plenty of nights when we’re the ones going home early or maybe staying in — the old folks know their limitations — I can promise you one thing: We’re never bored.

This post wraps up two months of daily Uncle Crappy. If you look back, you’ll see that a pretty good number of the October and November posts were about the stuff we’ve done and the people that have made those experiences a pleasure. I’m going to keep going through December, because there will be no shortage of Pittsburgh things to write about.

And if at any point in the next four weeks you’re in danger of becoming bored, try asking someone what’s going on. You’ll get more suggestions than you know what to do with.

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4 thoughts on “61. what i meant.”

  1. And I totally re-tweeted that head stomping.

    We live in the city for exactly the same reason. That, and Wheel Deliver.

    No, we don’t go out every night. Having kids that go to bed around 7:30 or 8 isn’t exactly conducive, but there’s rarely a night when I don’t say, “Damn, I’m missing whateveritisIwishIcouldsee.” I do a tiny fraction of the things I want to do in Pittsburgh? Boring? Hell no.

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